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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
Andromeda and the Sea-Nymphs
Charles Kingsley (1819–75)
From “Andromeda”
  AW’D by her own rash words she was still: and her eyes to the seaward
Look’d for an answer of wrath: far off, in the heart of the darkness,
Bright white mists rose slowly; beneath them the wandering ocean
Glimmer’d and glow’d to the deepest abyss; and the knees of the maiden
Trembled and sank in her fear, as afar, like a dawn in the midnight,        5
Rose from their seaweed chamber the choir of the mystical sea-maids.
Onward toward her they came, and her heart beat loud at their coming,
Watching the bliss of the gods, as waken’d the cliffs with their laughter.
Onward they came in their joy, and before them the roll of the surges
Sank, as the breeze sank dead, into smooth green foam-fleck’d marble,        10
Aw’d; and the crags of the cliff, and the pines of the mountain were silent.
  Onward they came in their joy, and around them the lamps of the sea nymphs,
Myriad fiery globes, swam panting and heaving; and rainbows,
Crimson and azure and emerald, were broken in star-showers, lighting
Far through the wine-dark depths of the crystal, the gardens of Nereus,        15
Coral and sea-fan and tangle, the blooms and the palms of the ocean.
  Onward they came in their joy, more white than the foam which they scatter’d,
Laughing and singing, and tossing and twining, while eager, the Tritons
Blinded with kisses their eyes, unreprov’d, and above them in worship
Hover’d the terns, and the seagulls swept past them on silvery pinions        20
Echoing softly their laughter; around them the wantoning dolphins
Sigh’d as they plunged, full of love; and the great sea-horses which bore them
Curv’d up their crests in their pride to the delicate arms of the maiden,
Pawing the spray into gems, till the fiery rainfall, unharming,
Sparkled and gleam’d on the limbs of the nymphs, and the coils of the mermen.        25
  Onward they went in their joy, bath’d round with the fiery coolness,
Needing nor sun nor moon, self-lighted, immortal: but others,
Pitiful, floated in silence apart; in their bosoms the sea-boys,
Slain by the wrath of the seas, swept down by the anger of Nereus;
Hapless, whom never again on strand or on quay shall their mothers        30
Welcome with garlands and vows to the temple, but wearily pining
Gaze over island and bay for the sails of the sunken; they heedless
Sleep in soft bosoms forever, and dream of the surge and the sea-maids.
  Onward they pass’d in their joy; on their brows neither sorrow nor anger;
Self-sufficing, as gods, never heeding the woe of the maiden.        35


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